I’m suffering from a severe case of Richmonditis. Its symptoms include bouts of Tourette’s syndrome like swearing, depression, and a desperate need to curl up in the foetal position on the floor, spontaneous crying and occasional abdominal pain. It strikes epidemic like levels in Melbourne in the first few weeks of September each year. Its symptoms subside in early October. It is followed by amnesia and irrational optimism in the months leading up to March of the following year. Unfortunately once contracted its incurable. Those of you, that are fellow Richmond supporters, will know exactly what I mean.
Also, my current disposition is not helped by being unable to follow the La Vuelta on SBS this year. Thirty minutes on a few sequential Saturdays is hardly sufficient. Yes there is that wonderful thing called the Internet…but still. It is almost enough for me to sign up for Foxtel cable tv. I’ve deliberately avoided doing this in the past for fear of further exceeding the maximum level of “pearshaped”-ness that my 45 year body is allowed to have. I digress.
So the main reason for this particular blog entry was the spectacular crash captured in today’s Sun Herald on page 3. See above. Dear God, I hope this kid Matthew Rice is ok. What a horrible crash. It’s a minor miracle that no-one else was injured. Likewise, a big “hope you’re ok” to the rider who had a heart attack at Amy’s Grand Fondo.
It’s amazing photo by Stephen Harman and unfortunately I can’t include a link to the online equivalent. Hopefully this newspaper’s or photographer’s lawyers are too litigious 😉
Until next time,